Shingen

I'm going to discontinue the time-stamps, as Quazar said that they limit the RP.. though I disagree, as I personally like time stamps, this isn't my RP so I'll follow the suggestions of the RP's creator. [RP] Shuttle heading towards ICV-Daedalus crew quarters Shingen sat around the table with Mariko and Badman playing a game of Texas Hold-em. A repair droid stood at the table as dealer. Shingen watched as the droid nimbly shuffled the cards and placed the deck in front of Badman. He cut the deck and handed them back to the droid. The droid then deftly flung two cards to each player, and set the "river card" in the center of the table. The ante was 100 credits. Shingen looked at his cards. He had two aces.. hearts and clubs. He pushed his 100 credit ante towards the center of the table. The river card was a deuce of clubs. Mariko added her ante and badman folded. Obviously no joy there. The droid put another card in the center of the table.. a 3 of hearts. Shingen bet 1000 credits. Mariko glared at him. She instantly raised the bet to 5000 creds. Shingen looked at his hand, and then looked over at the large stack of credit chips in front of Mariko. Badman looked at him and smiled. Shingen sat back in his chair and sighed. Was she bluffing or did she have a hand? Mariko placed her cards face down on the table and walked over to the bar. She made herself another drink and walked back to the table. Shingen threw another 10000 credits on the bet. "Call" he said. Mariko matched the bet. The droid threw out another river card. It was a ace of diamonds. That gave Shingen 3 aces. He waited for mariko who checked the hand. Shingen pushed all his credits into the center. "All in." The pot was now about 28k creds. Mariko threw her cards down and folded. Shingen drew in his credits and stacked them in front of him. The droid collected all the cards and began to shuffle. "Bastard.." Mariko said under her breath. Shingen smiled and sat back drinking his ale. [/RP]

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[RP] UCV-Deathstrike Engineering 15:13 The Engineering bay of the UCV-Deathstrike radiated an eerie glow of orange, coming off the emergency lighting that ran the length of the floor and ceiling. Smitty sat at his command station and watched as the insurgent techs run helter-skelter over his bay. The green docking light activated, and the warning bell soundedà someone was docking... Smitty turned and watched as a small MKI shuttle docked with the Deathstrikeà ( the other, second shuttle, was on a mining mission on the planetÆs surface collecting repair ores for his ship). The insurgent techs ran to the shuttle as the back bay doors opened. One of the techs ran up to Smitty: ôHave you got anything we can use to move this core?ö Smitty laughed. He rose from his chair, walked over to the loading drone, which was hidden in the dark. He punched in the activation sequence and walked the massive machine over to the shuttle. It's monstrous grappling arms grabbed the engine core with two massive "hands" and deposited the large component on the floor of the bay. Smitty walked the drone back to itÆs recharge area, hooked it back up, and returned to his chair and command/engineering. Another tech ran up to him. ôCan you move that part into position, please?ö Smitty was not amused. He stood. All 7Æ4ö of his massive Kandorian frame rose above the human tech. ôAm I to babysit all of you people? I thought you were all here to refit this damn ship?ö The insurgent tech cowarded. Smitty shook his head and walked back to the loading drone. He unhooked it, and positioning himself inside, walked it over to the engine core and lifted it. He then moved it all the way around to the core interface.. a massive collection of wires and circuits that dangled and moved in the darkened air. He sat the core down..released it from the drone and walked the drone back to itÆs terminal. Once outside the drone.. Smitty lit a charoot and watched the techs. They swarmed over the engine core, finally able to move it with the anti-grav units that were hand-held and used to move massive loads a short distance. Smitty moved closer.. something wasn't right. He ran with all his girth and knocked down one of the techs, sending the small human flying across the bay. "Dammit! Obviously you freakin' idiots haven't even bothered to read the damn refit schematics of this damn freakin' Solnar!" Smitty worked hard to contain his anger. He wouldn't solve nothin by killing these techs. "I've documented everything into the logs! I spent a hell of a lotta time doing it too!" Smitty threw his smoke down and waved off all the terrified techs that surrounding him. "You stupid people are going to blow us all to hell! You can't hook this main-core up that way on this ship - the power conduits are all changed!!" The scared techs stared at him. Smitty sighed. He motioned for the closest handheld anti-grav, and went to work... He was a master teacher in a crowd of students. [/RP]

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This RP rox! Kudos to Quazar.. [RP] UVC-Deathstrike Command 14:43hrs Shingen sat at his command chair and studied all of the relevent data. He stood up and called Smitty to him. "Smit, I need you to coordinate with these techs and get us up to speed. Give them what they need." He walked over to Mariko at tactical.. "You'll be coming with me.. get your gear." Mariko stared at him for a moment, then headed off to your personal quarters. After awhile, she met Shingen at the port leading to Frontier Station. "Are you ready?" "Let's do this!" They both left the UCV-Deathstrike and walked down the gangway. They both stood in front of Rick. "We're ready". [RP]

[RP] Admiral ShoHashi's Office, 14:12 Shohashi stood and stared at Shingen. He waved off the marine escort. "We'll adjourn for now. Obviously everyone here needs a break. Shingen, you are free to move around this station, and check your ship. The Insurgents are not an oppresive, fascist government, you have not threatened us, so we do not threaten you." Shohashi rose and walked out of the room. The marines that surrounded Shingen left. Shingen looked around..dumbfounded. "I feel really stupid asking this, but does anyone know where the bathroom is? I really gotta piss!" Shingen was shown to a bathroom down the hall.. Afterwards, he walked outside. No marines were there. People passed him as if he were a common person on the station. He went directly to the docking section of the station. His ship was moored into the bay, with repair crews servicing the outside damage. He walked up to the landing and entered his ship. Gammulan corpses still littered the hallway. He went directly towards engineering... as he approached the lift, he was met with Mariko and Smitty. Mariko saw him, she instantly took a low combat stance and struck Shingen with an upward cross. The blow sent Shingen across the floor and on his back. Blood came from his lip as he stared up at the female who had just hit him. "You feel better now?" Smitty laughed loudly as Mariko glared at her Commander. Mariko moved to hit Shingen again, but he rolled and took her down and held her in a death grip. Mariko began to loose consciousness, and then Shingen let her go... finally, he sat next to her as she regained her breath. "Feeling better now?" Smitty smiled at his boss. "Look boss, we got no core." Shingen held up his hand. "I need you people to trust me." He stood up and headed for his personal suite. He had things to get. Smitty took ahold of Mariko's hand and lifted her off the floor. "You still can't kick the old man's ass..can ya?" Mariko glared at the Kandorian and followed after Shingen. [/RP]

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[RP] UCV-Deathstrike Engineering 14:20hrs Mariko's eyes adjusted to the darkness. She felt no immediate threat, and moved to the command console of Engineering. She keyed in the basic reserve lighting commands from memory. Slowly, several illumination modules activated sending an eerie orange glow across the floor of the bay. Mariko looked around. There where two shuttles in the launch bay, no bodies..no Gammulans..obviously they hadn't made it down here. But why was the core gone? Someone had dumped the core! Suddenly, Mariko was struck from behind! She fell, and rolling with the momentum...she found her feet! She entered a combat stance and prepared for death... "Well if dat don't beat all! I figured you were dead.." The large Kandorian smiled back at Mariko. "Smitty! You damn Kandie idiot! I could've killed you!" Mariko stood and ran to the large Kandorian engineer and hugged him tight! "Whoe..little miss.. let's not have all that..Smit can take care of his'elf" Mariko released the massive brute and sighed. "Have you seen anyone else? Have you seen Shin?" "No little miss..I done got knocked out after I had to spit out our core! It was either that or we were all freakin' fireworks!" Smitty reached into his flak jacket and withdrew a charoot. He lit the tobacco roll off the sparking of a nearby plasma conduit. "I haven't heard from the Commander since he told me to kill the core, after then, it was all black after that.." "Can you get us flying?" "Not without a core, little miss.. we aren't going nowhere without a reactor. Where are we?" Mariko thought, then headed back to the turbolift. Smitty followed behind her, not asking any questions. He knew Mariko well enough not to question her.. except for his boss, she was the deadliest person he knew. [/RP]

[RP] Admiral ShoHashi's Office, 13:49 "I agree with you Garrison. We'll take the Daedalus," replied ShoHashi. "Anyways, the Aries is going through a level 1 systems diagnostic for the next few weeks." Shingen rose from his chair, finally deciding his fate and ultimately the fate of his ship. "Gentlemen, if we could discuss the rest of this on the way?" "I'll need to check my ship first." Shingen was working on a gamble, that he wasn't alone. "If you will let me check my gear and my ship, I'll go with you." UCV-Deathstrike Engineering Mariko entered into total black. She waited until her eyes adjusted to the night and crept down into a combat stance and listened. She heard nothing but the basic noises of the ship. Keeping a low center of gravity, a left-hand combat stance, she entered the blackness of engineering. Someone was still alive in here. [/RP]

[RP] ShoHashi's office, 13:56hrs New Frontier Star station "For starters, I'm offering designs for engine upgrades to you and to Shingen. They use parts and materials you already have, to give your capital craft and support craft the galaxy-crossing speed that allowed us to produce this map ahead of the Credians. Even wormholes will be obsolete now! No questions asked. You don't even need to agree to help me. The designs are yours, right now. Commander Shingen, would you permit me to have this installed on your ship immediately?" Shingen sat back in his chair and stared around. Four, fully armed marines, stood around him at 3, 6, 12, and 18 degree positions. They were all armed to the teeth. Shingen bent forward in his chair, placing both hands on his knees, he stared directly into Shohashi eyes. There was an aggravated moment of tension as the two locked eyes. After several moments of silence, Shohachi said to Shingen; "Just give it a little time.. just listen to what the man has to say." Shingen sat back and stared at Garrison. He could think of no way out of this trap. "Beyond that, it is a lot easier for me to provide assurances for Commander Shingen than for you, Admiral." The "man" turned to Shingen, looking him dead in the eye: "You're just one man with one ship. If you and your crew conducted your operations alone, or on an as-needed basis with your colleagues, that will make the following assurance for you easier." Shingen laughed. How many times had he heard the same crap from fleet types like this...always they always, ultimately, left him hanging. Shingen watched the "man". "Admiral I ask for a full pardon for anything Commander Shingen is alleged to have done to the Insurgents. My organization is prepared to pay some restitution but we are somewhat limited. I ask that he and his ship be free to go immediately." Shingen had had enough and stood, ready for death. "I have no reason to have any freakin pardon from anyone!" Shingen reduced his stance into combat mode. "This star station has no cause against me, nor does anyone else! I am a free, independent contractor, with no political allegiance to any government!" Garrison continued: "My organization doesn't have any beef with the Insurgents. Like you we generate revenue by many means all over the galaxy and have a substantial mercenary presence to boot. But you have nothing to worry about from us. Earth Command, on the other hand, did not ask for Insurgent help - only that I solicit individuals as I see fit to carry out this mission. You have my 20-plus-year service record and reputation as a Command Officer in Vanguard Fleet to protect you." Shingen laughed.. and sat back into his chair. This fool wanted him to inflitrate Galcom High Command. "Here's my plan: If you agree to help us Shingen, and since you need a crew, I suggest we take the Deathstrike to Sol. Sho, Badman and I can be your crew for a little while. Admiral you can bring ICV Aries if you want but I think Daedalus' presence will draw plenty of attention by itself." Rick paused there, knowing the other three needed time to respond to this much before he could continue. Shingen stared at Garrison. The atmosphere of the room changed. Again, Shingen stood ready again, for combat and death..as he had no other options... "Sol would mean my death! I can not hit Jupiter without freakin' Galcom craft coming after my ship! How do you propose to get the Deathstrike into Sol space?" Shingen sat down again..and thought. "Plus I don't even have a crew." Shingen locked on Garrison; "My crew has been taken by the Gammulans! Have you even considered the freakin' Gammulans?" Shingen laughed.. "You should seriously re-evaulated your threats! The Gams are at full strength and waiting for just this scenario!" Shingen sat back in his chair and wondered about his ship.. somone was onboard. maybe Mariko... Shingen hoped that she wouldn't kill everyone. UCV Deathstrike Command 14:12 Mariko lie against the floor, letting the techs repair her ship. She could've killed everyone, but she decided not to.. she thought of Shingen. Mariko stood, walked to her terminal and hit the perscan. She watched everyone on her ship. She sat at her stool, and stared at the console. There was a life form in engineering! Faint, but alive! She stood, headed for the lift and readied for combat! [/RP]

UCV-Deathstrike Command 13:53 [RP] Mariko moved between a state of consciousness and euphoria. She knew that her arm was sound..it was just stressed from the dislocation, but the drugs she had taken to ease the pain were effecting her ability to concentrate. She shook her head and rose in violence. Mad at herself and mostly pissed off at Shingen, she stood at a combat stance. Osaki turned to notice her. Osaki panicked! She drew her firearm and screamed! The remaining techs hit the floor..dropping equipment as they ran for cover. Mariko came as a force of nature..instinctively, and with trained precision, disarmed the tech. Mariko took the weapon from the tech and held it..waiting. "Why are you on my ship?" She pressed the weapon hard again the head of Osaki. Osaki pleaded; "We are here to repair this ship!..Please don't kill us!" Mariko came out of her bloodlust and became aware of her surroundings. She took the ammo charges out of the weapon and handed it back to the tech. "Where is Shingen? Is he still alive?" [/RP]

[/RP] ShoHashi's office, 13:43 Shingen looked around the office of Admiral Shohashi. It was utilitarian..basic fleet efficiency without any aesthetics. Shingen's eyes roamed the room until they finally locked with Shohashi's. There was recognition there. They had met before, in battle several times. Shingen was the first to break eye contact. A sign of submission that he loathed, However, he was the only person in the room flanked by marines, in full battledress. They stood behind him, but they were still there..waiting. Shingen felt along the left side of his leg. They were still there. The composite shuriken that were hidden into compartments of his clothing. They were composed of a nerve agent that would reduce this room to absolute death. However, it was a last resort, as Shingen could never escape the toxin in time. He had no counter agent nor any self-contained breathing module. He shifted his attention to the person speaking. "Gentlemen, if you'll direct your attention to the space above the desk." An image of the Milky Way galaxy came into sharp focus. As of just a few weeks ago, the Terran Quadrant nations had completed charting all 1 trillion plus stars, down to the last cubic parsec (parsec ~ three light years) in the galactic core. As Terran scientists had hypothesized back in the twentieth and twenty first centuries, few star systems were likely to support life. In fact, among solid planetoids large enough to condense into a spheroid shape, only about 7 billion were massive enough to retain a significant atmosphere. Terra forming was discredited long ago as only worsening conditions for zero return on time invested. Only several thousand worlds had a thick enough atmosphere - of nitrogen, oxygen, and traces of carbon dioxide - and optimal temperature to have liquid water. Yet life originated on only 14 of these worlds. This trillion-plus-star galaxy only had 12 unique indigenous alien races. Other life-supporting worlds were not so quickly claimed, not against the competition of open space with the advanced propulsion technology used to reach them. Curiously, 26 of the starsystems containing at least one life-supporting planet - including all 14 native species worlds - were linked together by a network of stable wormholes or not-so-stable fluxfields. "Gentlemen, I have called you here to tell you, among other things, that the jumpgates *within* each of these 26 starsystems are all obsolete - no longer necessary compared to the propulsion designs I'm prepared to offer you." Shingen stared at the Admiral..and Shohashi stared back. They both knew this. "The other reason we have met here today is to assess and solve the threat of the Credians. As you know they are very advanced in exploration and are engaged in a cold war with the Zelons over an ancient artifact. Seeking additional help, the Zelons applied for membership in Galactic Command. The Vesperons welcomed it as an opportunity to strengthen ties with the Credian Quadrant's best traders. But Galcom rejected Zelon admittance for precisely the reason they applied: they needed military help immediately." Shingen had many dealing with both the Credians, Zelons and the Vesperons. Khur'an, his first officer, was always a good source of information on them. Shingen grew bored..there wasn't any new information here and his apprehension for his ship and crew grew. "I apologize, I'll try to move this along. The United Free Nations, which is the Terran government, took a Congressional vote - and then a general population vote - and decided to go it alone and assist the Zelons without Galcom's blessing or help. We, Earth Command, have reason to believe that Galcom is acually helping the Credians in order to avoid getting on their bad side. Part of the basis for this claim of mine may lie in the bowels of GalacomHQ itself. Vanguard Fleet has ordered me to assemble a team of diverse individuals from across the galaxy to infiltrate GHQ and find out. And I think we may need canshow's help too." Now Shingen realized what his last mission was, and why so many Gammulans were dead on his ship! The Gams knew! There was a leak, and this whole meeting bugged! Someone..or something here, was working with the Gammulans! [/RP]

I'm going to establish a tenative time stamp at 13:00 military time. I don't know what year this RP is taking place in so maybe Quasar will add it. This post happens prior to the meeting with Shohashi, so please advance the time as applicable. [RP] UCV-Deathstrike 13:23 Mariko staggered into the medbay section of the UCV-Deathstrike favoring her left shoulder. She ran at a left-hand stance and tried to focus on everything..anything else but the pain. Many bodies littered the medbay, most being Gammulan corpses and a few crew members. Obviously, the crew here had made a last stand of sickbay and had defended it to the death. She staggered over to to meds auto-terminal, hacked into the console and found the strongest pain killer she could find, punched up the requisition and waited as the computer processed the chemical. She took the applicator unit that was spit out of the unit and shoved it into her arm. The instant euphoria made her lie back against the diagnostic table.. She slept without time. Eventually..through sheer force of will, she fought outside the blackness and regained her consciousness. She stood, and thought. The pain in her shoulder was manageable. Where was Shingen? Where was the doc? Where was everyone? She tried to remember seeing anyone on her tormented journey here, but all she could remember were corpses. Mostly Gammulan. She stood and focused. She headed for command. After several agonizing minutes, (and what seemed like hours to her) she made it to the command section. Again, everything was desolate, with no souls around. She headed to her station, which was tactical. Minimal power.. reserve.. someone had ejected the core. Mariko spent several more minutes accessing the damage of the ship. Then she releazed that the ship was docked! Repair crews were boarding! New Frontier starstation?! How did we get here?! She fled into the shadows as repair crews infiltrated the command.. she counted 6 souls...and no way for her to escape without killing or surrender. In the black of her corner, she cursed Shingen..where the hell was Shingen? [/RP]

That's kewl.. it was just a suggestion =D I'll finish my posts today and get caught up. Thanks for the patients guys.

[RP] Shingen was worried about his ship and crew. He ran through his last contract in his mind, trying to clear the fog of the last few days. How had he arrived at Frontier starbase, when is arrival point was in Droidian space? Now he was, for all intents and purposes, in custody of the Insurgent military, and for all he knew, his ship was impounded. Now, some marine was trying to subject him to medical examinations! Screw this! He had other things to do. "You can't tell me where to go, Haney. My injuries aren't that bad! Treat 'em here on the fly with your fancy Insurgent field medical kits or not at all. I'm interested in what this Rick Garrison wants to say to ShoHashi." "But why do you need our help?" Shingen stared and the sentient he had be introduced to as "Badman".. being unarmed..Shingen listened and waited: "Badman if Vanguard Fleet loses an ally as powerful as Galcom, we'll need all the friends we can get. Lieutenant Commander Williams, if you will permit Shingen to accompany us and get his injuries treated on the go as he requests, then I will reimburse you for the parts and labor cost of repairing his Sunflash cruiser, not from Earthcom funds but from my NGO's own purse." This came from another stranger named "Rick", that Shingen had couldn't quite quantify yet. "I'm sorry, First Sergeant, I have my orders. You come with us to talk to Admiral ShoHashi and the raider Shingen goes to medibay now." The three Insurgent escorts started to lead Shingen away when canshow interjected. "Belay that order, Marines. Lieutenant Williams they are ALL coming with me right now to see ShoHashi. You just don't recognize what a bargain Garrison has offered. We are contractually obligated to repair UCV-Deathstrike because Shingen came to us in distress." Obviously, Shingen was required to chat with some Military fleet "Admiral" type. Shingen held little tolerance for fleet types, but he had to buy time, and somehow get out of this trap. He would wait, learn and find out what the hell was up.. and somehow get the Deathstrike back..and find out what happened to his crew. He had the feeling that someone was still on his ship, though he couldn't be for sure. His money was on Mariko. She could survive anything and still come out taking names. He followed the marines where they led him.. to meet the "Admiral"..whoever the hell he was.. [/RP] this would be easier with freakin time-stamps so I know where each character is respective to everyone else... I still say we should use time stamps..ie: year-day-hour

Ok guys, being that this RP isn't using timestamps, it's kinda hard to keep track of where everyone is relative to everyone else. IÆm going to introduce another character, which IÆll also play, and also IÆll move back to where I was on the Deathstrike, during the initial boarding, and work from thereà It might take me a few posts to catch up, but itÆll all work out. IÆll mark this post here and edit it when I have my posts finished. I would ask that no one post yet until I can get caught up, which will be asap, within the next few hours. post mark [RP] Mariko awoke, in a crumpled mess against the north wall of her personal quarters. Her left shoulder was dislocated, and a film of dried blood cascaded down her face. Shaking herself into consciousness, she placed her shoulder against the corner of the wall and shoved! The socket popped back into place and sent her back into unconsciousness. She awoke again, without time. Eventually..she stood..and focused. She went into a mental state of mushin and redirected the pain into a compartment. Once she could concentrate, she looked around. Several bodies filled her apartment. One she recognized immediately. Ensign Tyler lie in the bloodied state of death. She has a memory of playing 7 card stud with him..the applicable cards lay scattered across the floor. She noticed that he was most certainly dead. A lake of dried blood ran beath him. The next thing she noticed was the Gammulan corpses littered around. She counted seven. The Gammulans green tinted blood mixed with the red of the ensigns, making a macabre brown tint across the extent of her floor. She rose. Steadied. Found her balance. She headed for command. [/RP] One more post to catch up

OK guys..let me get caught up and I'll be ready to roll!

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[RP] They came in full armor and gear..armed to the teeth.. Shingen waited for the door to open and listened... 12 marines and 2 medics greeted him in the lift. The military contingent spread out from the elevator and took up parameter positions around him. Shingen lowered his stance and watched the invading military forces... one medic approached him.. "Is there anyone injured? Can you direct me to the wounded?" Shingen focused on the medic..." There are no wounded...out of 76 souls, I'm the only one left aboard".. [/RP]

[RP] Shingen walked into the bridge of his Solnar cruiser. There was no damage..no systems were destroyed... nothing out of place...however.. there was no one aboard. "To the Solar registerd as UCV-Deathstrike! Confirm and identify. You are in violation of treaty! Move to a safe orbit and confirm your intent! Failure to comply will result in your immediate destruction! New Frontier station hailing solnar designated UCV-Deathstrike.." The 4th hail, and approaching the station, Shingen went to the helm, placed the controls on manual and used lateral thrusters to move his ship inside a stable orbit of the planet and station. Main power was off.. all systems were yellow and on reserve power... limited functionality.. He hit the coms "Frontier..this is the private starship Deathstrike.... under your stupid treaty I get to freaking dock here if I'm in distress.. I guess you could kinda say I'm in distress... what up with your telemetry..I systems are on reserve.. please respond..." Shingen set the hail on continuous and left the helm.. he walked to tactical and typed in a scan of the system. Too many terran fighter were on his ass.. main PTAs were out... main missle batteries were still active but no power to the launchers..wtf? systemic failure... main reactor gone... Smitty must have somehow dumped the core without a breach, saving this tug and everyone on it. Shingen went back to the helm and hit the coms button.. "RECORD TO MAJOR CONSTRUCTS: VALKYRIE WOUNDED... MISSION COMPLETE... PROPERTY SECURED.." [/RP]

[RP] Darkness moved as form and shape. Disjointed images in form but not comprehension. A wave of nausea hit him as he tried to stand, bringing him to his knees. He grabbed his head, rubbed his eyes and tried to re-focus. Slowly, blur became shape, shape became form and form became balance. Once he could stand, he looked around. No major damage here. He lent to his Command console and hit several buttons: " Shingen to command! Report!" No reply...again he sent message.. again no reply. He stood and balanced, focusing on his environment. Once he was stable in his stance, he walked outside into the corridor. Everything look normal.... Staggering, he proceeded to command. Around a turn in the hallway, he came to Gammulan corpses. Evidence of blaster fire and hand-to-hand combat, but no one he knew. He kept on walking.. "TO THE SOLNAR REGISTERED AS UCV-DEATHSTRIKE! CONFIRM AND IDENTIFY. YOU ARE IN VIOLATION OF TREATY! MOVE TO A SAFE ORBIT AND CONFIRM YOUR INTENT! FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN YOUR IMMEDIATE DESTRUCTION!" NEW FRONTIER STATION HAILING SOLNAR DESIGNATED UCV-DEATHSTRIKE.. " [/rp]

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